Happy Birthday Tokio Hotel!
by XxBillKaulitzxX
Summary: Happy Birthday! Bill and Tom's birthday have come up and a girl one their contest. She gets to come to the party, and bring a friend. This could be a chance of a lifetime.
1. I won? I WON!

**Okay, to get this straight. **

**1: I do not think Tokio Hotel is gay, nor Bill or Tom.**

**2: They are nineteen. Turning twenty.  
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**3: Do not critique me writing style.**

**-Humanoid is out.-**

**-My name is pronounced Keera. Not Kira.  
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**-Now to the story. August Twenty-fifth. Twelve AM (in Germany). August Twenty-fourth. Six PM in New York. -

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**Bill POV**

"Must we call them?" Tom asked as he sat down heavily beside me on the couch. I was reading through emails we had received for a contest. This year, we were renting a park. Not a regular, small kiddy park. An amusement park. Rides and all. So, we set out a contest for our fans to send in their favorite song by us, and their reason behind listening to one. We had received many. When I say many, I mean to many. So I was now reading the, what, two hundred and eighth?

_Bill and Tom. Georg and Gustav._

_Maybe I'll win, and maybe I won't. But, right now, and until the winner comes out, my fingers are crossed. I'm a seventeen year old girl named Kyra, and I'm going to tell you why I love you guys._

_Favorite Song: You may have just asked me the hardest question I've had to answer. I've followed you since I was ten. Only missing the come out of your first album by months. But, I got it. Then Room 483. Then Shrei. Then Scream. Then Automatisch. Then Automatic. Then Humanoid. English and German. Yeah, I've followed every album. Humanoid, though, must of had my favorite songs. World Behind My Wall is in competition with By Your Side. My ultimate favorites. They speak to me, help me through._

_Why I Love You: Maybe its because music always spoke to me, and your music reached out. Wherever I go, I must have music. Truly, the one and only thing that will hold the truth of what I feel. What you write is so real, so true, so different compared to everyone. I'm not going to make this a book, which I can gladly do, so I'll end it in this last sentence. Every time your music came into my reach, it was just another thing for me to feel welcomed to, something that did not happen often. _

_Even if I do not win, a simple email back, telling me you received this would make my day to no end. Not my day. My year._

_As you asked: My phone number: xXx-xXx-xXxX  
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_-Kyra.-_

"Tom!" I yelled and he jumped, turning to me with half a sandwich stuffed in his mouth.I shook my head and rolled my eyes, moving the laptop on the table in front of him.

"Huh?"

"Read it," I said. His eyes scanned through it, taking him a good ten minutes. I became inpatient until he made another uncomprehendable noise. He pointed to the screen, nodded then went back to eating."We have a winner." I muttered and sat back down in front of the laptop. I picked it up and carried it to my room in the hotel.I began the write back.

_Kyra,_

_What you've written is insightful, and I'm glad to say you've won. In winning the contest, you're spending the day with the band bringing a friend, coming to Germany, and having fun at our birthday. _

_Here's your information..._

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_Because we are bringing you to Germany, this is paid. Plane. Car ride. Everything. Even hotel. As you'll be coming a day or two early. Depending on our touring schedule. We are hoping you can come in the next two or three days. Just to get to know everyone, so you're not lagged at the party, and so on. _

_-Bill-_

_And the band. (Out stuffing their faces.)_

I hit send and smiled as I reread the email she had sent. It was amazing that our music can do this, you never know until now... I drifted slowly to sleep. Could you blame me? I had a concert today, CD signing and reading more emails. Well, least I found someone. It was now twelve AM of August twenty-fifth. A new day.

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**Kyra POV**

I checked my email for the billionth time that day, worry racked through me. I opened yahoo, and saw I had a new email. Scrolling over it, I saw the email address I had sent my letter in to. I stifled a scream, trying to not annoy my second family. Well, best friend because her family and mine were never around. Thats a different story though.

I read through the email as fast as possible, before jumping up and running to my best friend, Julia, and bouncing on the couch. She could see the excitement and knew why.

"No. Way," she said and grinned as I nodded vigorously.

"They want us to come early so we can get to know them!" I screamed. She yelled in joy as we ran around the house. I wheeled around, causing her to run into me. "We have to pack," I said and ran upstairs.

"So, how are we getting on the plane and everything?" she questioned. I stuffed my cell phone in my back pocket and my iPod in my carry on bag. This was not happening.

"Well, Bill wrote back, saying how their manager, who is now in the city, is going to come down and drive us there. Take us through security and whatnot, then first class to Germany..." I sang and danced.

"This will be so much fun."

"Hellz yeah!" I yelled and sat on my bed... Well, a blow up mattress. Oh well. I received a text message and I opened it.

**Tomorrow morning, nine AM. **

**-Tokio Hotel-**

I turned up the music on my iPod and jogged downstairs.

"Tomorrow morning Julizzle," I called and sat down on the couch. I was much to jittery as I bounced on my seat. I picked up the remote and turned the TV on. I was watching Untames and Uncut, until someone named Bill came on. To many distractions. I put on my running shoes and walked outside.

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**That night...Eleven PM.**

I sat down in my bed, and as hyper as I was, I was falling asleep easily. I watched Julia get into bed, also tired and drop her head onto the pillow. I lowered mine and fell asleep. Tomorrow was gonna we a good day.

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**Okay, so there is it. First chapter. Yes, Julia is real. And yesh, we are that odd... XD**

**Like it? Hate it?**

**Review anyway...**

**..:Kyra:..  
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	2. Holyyy CRAP! Are you kidding me?

**Hmm, I have some plans for the story, not sure how far they will go. We'll see and thanks for the reviews! Tell your friends and whatnot...they keep me motivated! XD**

**Okay, I'm in a good mood, so maybe this will be a good chapter...?

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**Kyra POV **_(You'll see a lot of Bill and Kyra... my best.)_

A loud noise blared in my ears as I awoke. I groaned, then realized I needed to get up to go to Germany. I jumped off the air-mattress and jumped onto Julia's bed. "Come on! We're going to Germany today! I call shower first!" I yelled at her, causing her to get up, attempt to attack me and fall off the bed. I skipped to the bathroom after getting a pair of grass-stained, black skinnies, a black Tokio Hotel shirt and socks.

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I got out of the shower and dressed quickly, walking out while running a brush through my brunette hair. Julia jumped out of her bed and got in the shower. I looked in the mirror, watching my green eyes stare back at me. This was going to be a good day. I picked up my pinstriped hat and placed it on my head, jogging downstairs. I slipped on my shoes as I walked into the kitchen. I wasn't sure what to eat, until I found English Muffins. I popped them into the toaster as Julia came downstairs. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

_Our manager will be there at eleven o'clock! Hope to see you soon!_

_-Tokio Hotel-_

I showed the text to Julia, glancing at the clock. Ten now. We had an hour to kill, while we were crazy excited. While we waited, I hunted down my iTouch. Finding it stuffed under my pillow, I laughed and picked up our bags to bring them downstairs. Once down there, I threw them to the side and plopped onto the couch.

"Anything good on?" Julia asked, sitting beside me. I shook my head as I flipped through her channels.

"You know what I love?" I turned to her.

"Bill?" she teased.

"No...Well yes, but other than him."

"What?"

"We're seventeen and don't need parental permission."

"Hah, yeah. That is true." She laughed and looked at the clock. "We killed fifteen minutes," she groaned and tapped her foot impatiently.

"Do we have _everything_?" I asked, she shrugged. "We'll get it there then."

"Yeah," she said, turning her attention back to the TV. Best. Time. Killer. Ever. I smiled and watched the Animal Planet show without comprehending it. This was madness, stupid, stupid obsession. Then we heard a honk outside, we screamed.

"COME. ON!" I yelled, picking up my bag and dashing outside. Outside stood a bus. A ginormous bus. Wow, when they roll big, they roll BIG! I grinned at Julia, who looked over at me, looking as if she would faint. "On the bus," I laughed and skipped to the bus, jumping up the stairs.

"Kyra? Julia?" The driver asked with a smile, I nodded eagerly back. "Just head to the back, there is a place to put your things and whatnot. Help yourself to the fridge." He turned away from us as I walked to back. Julia followed, looking around, trying to take everything in. I want a picture. As I pulled out my camera, we walked through two red curtains, that led us to the way back. As I looked up, my camera and phone and bag dropped to the floor. What stood before me...My eyes...I couldn't believe it....Gott.

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**[I was gonna end it there...To short for my liking.]**

I listened to Julia's thing drop as well.

".God." I yelled and leaned against the nearby wall.

"Are you alright?" Bill asked, yeah Bill. As in Bill Kaulitz. This was crazy-ass. I smiled and nodded slightly. "Sit down, cause you look like you're gonna faint." he laughed and walked over to me, guiding me to the booth they had as a table. If I was alone, I would be able to find myself through this bus so easily...I watched too many videos.

"You as well," Tom said to Julia and led her to the other side of the booth. She leaned on the table as he sat next to her. Their voices were heavy with a German accent, but it made them even cooler. I crossed my legs, then uncrossed them as we sped down the road towards the airport.

"Do you have passports?" Bill asked, looking over at me, then glancing at Julia. I pulled mine out of my back pocket and placed it on the table, Julia doing the same. Bill nodded in approval as Tom watched Julia. Bill must have kicked him because he screamed out in pain. "Well...." Bill smirked. I laughed with him as Julia looked confused. I composed myself as quickly as I could, which took a while.

After another half hour of talking to, and I saw this with screams, _the boys_, we arrived at the airport.

"Here we go," Bill said, getting up. He picked up my things, as did Tom for Julia. They left us with out wallets and passports, going after them. I caught up to Bill and smiled slightly. "This will be fun," he smiled.

I grinned and nodded. We walked into the airport: and that is where everyone stared.

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**I am crazzy sorry for the shortness. I promise I'll try to write longer chapters, because I can't stand really small, like so, but I've been so busy. I've got school and cross country going, but XC is ending soon, so I'll be able to write more, along with my other story.**

**-Kyra-**


	3. The Plane

**Sorry for the late update! I've been way busy!**

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**Kyra POV**

They kept staring... and I absolutely hated it and Julia knew that. She laughed as I shot glares at the nearby people who stared. They quickly turned away and moved back into whatever the hell they were doing before.

"You guys hungry? Our plane got delayed, so we're here for another hour or so. We wouldn't have gotten you so early if we knew," Tom explained as they led us over to a small table. I sat between Bill and Julia, which was a very happy place for me.

"O.o can I have a cinnabon?" I asked and stared curiously and hopefully at Julia. She shook her head frantically, Bill and Tom raised their eyebrows questionably. It was really adorable. "Why?" I asked and took a stick of gum from my pocket.

"She'll get crazy, like not 'Oh lalala' crash, she's okay. No, like run around the airport crazy and pants people." Julia explained, and she was dead serious.

"Why...?" Tom asked cautiously. I shrugged and leaned on the table with an annoyed expression. "What can she have?" Bill laughed while Julia thought it over.

"She can have water. Maybe some lunch or something," God, I feel like her daughter of something. I poked her out of random habit and laughed. "Stop!"

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**An Hour Later**

"I'm getting on a plane! With Tokio Hotel guys!" I danced happily before sitting down in the first coach seat. Bill sat beside me, Julia behind him and Tom next to her. Yeah, they did a good job picking out seats.

"You've seen us for two hours. And you're not over being with us?" Bill turned to me increduously. I shrugged and nodded. "I have to sit next to this for eight hours?" He turned back to Julia and Tom who tried to stifle their laughs as I put my earbuds in. How ironic will it be as I listen to Tokio Hotel with Bill sitting next to me and Tom behind me? Yeah, life can be good.

"Yeah, sorry Bill," Tom laughed. I listened slightly to their conversation, which was held in German. But! What they didn't know was that I knew some and listened to them down.

"Ich liebe..." the rest was drowned out. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Eight hours until Germany. Nine hours and I meet Georg and Gustav... Tomorrow, I hang out all day with the boys...And that was about when I zoned out.

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A few hours later, someone was shaking me awake, and I believe it was Julia. I reached back to hit the hand but plainly missed. Bill laughed, and then did I realize my head and lolled to the side and was resting on his shoulder. That made my body sit bolt right up, until he patted my shoulder and I relaxed.

"How long was I out?" I asked groggily, taking the earbuds out and listening to the low hum of everyone talking and rustling around.

"About four hours. It was so adorable, you were lying on Bill's shoulder and Bill's head was on your head!" Julia teased me. Again, I reached back to hit her. Again, I missed.

"Screw, Julia," I muttered and wrapped the cord around the iPod and stuffed it into my pocket. "Yeah, because I'm friggen adorkable!" Bill stared at me as snoring hit my ears. Tom.

"Adorkable?" he questioned as I squirmed in my seat to get comfortable again.

"Of course. Adorable and a dork. Duh, Bill!" I rolled my eyes in the inadequateness to get it and shook my head.

"Whatever," he grinned and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I followed suit and quickly fell asleep again.

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**Sorry it sucked. Sorry I have't updated. SORRY!**

**1. I've been way busy and I haven't been allowed on the computer, so its a when I can sneak on thing. Or when my parents are being nice and are not reading over my shoulder on the computer. I really need a laptop. **

**2. Writer's block. I. Hate. It. **

**3. I've been feeling really shitty and just don't have the energy to try anymore. My escapes are slipping away. **

**Sorry, love ya!**

**Kyra!  
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	4. Out To Lunch Be back in Two Hours

**I'm having a blast today! I just counted up all the messages from one person and got 103...IN A ROW!**

**He's a good friend.

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**Out to Lunch...With the Band. **

**Kyra POV**

Georg and Gustav were awesome. On the ride home, they made jokes and almost pushed the twins off the truck when we were in traffic. I think I could like this. But we go home in two days. But a day with the band is the best.

Gordon, Bill, and Tom helped carry our things in. Bill had mine, Tom had Julia's and Gordon was carrying the few that the boys had from being in America for a few days. I laughed and walked behind Bill as he led my to my room. In the hotel suite. Yeah, I could like this life. My phone buzzed erratically in my pocket once my things had been set down. Pulling it out, I had a call from home, my mom's cell phone and a few text messages from three friends of mine. Ignoring my family, I read the messages.

"Where are you?" was Zach's question.

"Did you really go to that Tokio Hotel thingy?" was Allison's.

"Are you coming on Sunday?" was Rob's.

I laughed and looked up to see Bill staring at me. I raised my eyebrows but he shook his head. "What?" I exclaimed and started unpacking my things. My phone was thrown on my bed, and Bill sat next to it. He reached towards it teasingly, causing me to jump over and grab it. "Nothing bad. Just mine."

"Right, who texted you?" he asked getting up and looking down at my bags. They were quite different. One was bright green. And the carry on bag was red and black. "What is wrong with your bags?"

"Nothing and my friends. Zach, Allie and Robert," a grin lit up my face as I said the names, causing him to raise his eyebrows again.

"You don't happen to be in love with one of them?" he teased and leaned on the door frame. I shook my head quickly then turned away, unpacking again. He laughed and padded out. Slipping off my shoes, I slid onto my bed and smiled. There was no way this was really happening. Two ordinary girls from a small town not even on the map don't just get to come to Germany and meet their all time favorite band. That's just not how life works.

_You deserve something good._ Yeah? Then why don't my parents even care?_ They tried. You ignore them. _By god, I'm having a conversation with myself. STOP! _You'll listen one day. _No, I'm myself. It doesn't matter. _Whatever. _I thoroughly continued ignoring myself as my thoughts raced around. Something will happen. Everything will end and it will be a dream. Life doesn't work this way.

Julia came running into my room with her jacket half on and Tom chasing her. She picked up my shoes and threw them at me. "We're going out now, COME ON!" She yelled and then ran away again. Tom sighed and went after her. Bill came to my room shortly after they had left and waited for me. As I pulled my shoes on, he picked up my jacket and held it out to my. Finally, I got my shoes on and we headed outside.

"Who's going?" I asked casually as we searched for the rest of them. If Simone and Gordon we're going, we would have to be good. If not, then wicked. Julia was hyper, as right now she was attempting to jump into the bed of the truck. Without help. Cue sigh and head shake.

"The band and you guys. The parents aren't coming," he smiled, answering my unspoken question. "And we're riding in the truck, not the bed Julia." I laughed and opened the door, Julia jumped in. I climbed in after her, then Bill, then Tom. Gustav was in the passenger seat and Georg was driving. Julia pulled the camera from her pocket.

"MWUAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" She yelled, then sighed as my hand came in contact with the back of her head. She was camera happy. The camera was passed around in the twenty minute ride and many pictures were taken. Eventually, Tom suggested we move over and that he sit next to Julia.

"Were you the one that gave her sugar?" he shied away from my stare. That's a yes. "I don't trust you next to her. If you gave her sugar...Idiot." Bill laughed, but eventually got me to move over. So now, I was squished between the Kaulitz twins. Life is good.

As we drove, conversation floated through the truck easily. Gustav and Georg were laughing all the time, about something or another. Tom and Bill and Julia were talking to eachother. Bill eventually turned to me and smiled. He grinned and rolled down the window, making both our hair whip in different directions, making me laugh. He had it down today, with a hat on.

"How many pictures of me?" he laughed, making my mouth twist up in a smirk and smacking his arm lightly with the back of my hand. "I was just wondering. I mean, I'm going to be hanging out with you for three or four days, I was to know how much of a stalker I have on my hands." He rubbed his arm with a sullen look on his face before laughing. I pulled my iPod out of my pocket, scrolling through the photos before settling on the folder, labeled 'Bill'.

"Well, five hundred and nine," I laughed as he hid his face. "And there's even a folder named after you. Its okay, I'm not a stalker, this is just my dream. To meet the Tokio Hotel boys. Let alone spend three whole days with them. On their birthday. I've been a fan since four years ago. So you were sixteen and I was twelve. You've been my idol for four years. Be proud, every other band I listened to lasted three weeks, _maybe_."

Georg pulled into the restaurant and parked. We all eagerly jumped out and walked towards the doors. Gustav held them open then walked in after me. The hostess dropped her pen, then stumbled to gather her things. "Six" she muttered to herself then walked us to a secluded corner. The booth was the two walls, with the corner and another one on the other side taking the opposite corner. The other two were open for people to get in and leave. "Your waiter will be out shortly," she said and ran off towards the kitchen. We all laughed as we slid into our seats.

The seating arrangement was Bill, I, Julia then Tom. On the other side sat Georg and Gustav. Our laughter rang through the half empty restaurant, our talk was loud and our smiles were huge.

I could learn to like Germany.

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**Thanks everyone! I've just been so busy between my horse, my friends and school. I've been having a hectic time adjusting to everything in my life. Its this seventh grade thing, I've gone mad. xD.**

**Anyway, check out the story Tokio Hotel: Moving To America by my best friend and I. I have it favorited and she is a favorite author. InxYourxShadowx and whatever other 'x's there are. I soon have to go back to school after staying up till 5 AM every morning over Winter break. Christmas was great and I couldn't wait to write, then I realized I forgot my notebook with all my ideas in school.**

**Well, so I wrote this story. Which I really should update more often. I love the concept, of me being happy and everything. Absorbing myself into my world of best friends, Tokio Hotel and food. Its all to good to be true. The Humanoid album is amazing, especially in German. Lolz. I got it for X-Mas, while my best friend J got Zimmer 483 and Shrei (sp?), so we traded. Now, we both have all the songs on our iPods. Even ones not on CDs. If not in video form. Lol**

**Anyway, thanks again. And Review!**

**-Kyra-**

**PS: The messages ended up being around 120...xD  
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	5. Lunch Time!

**Welcome back.  


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Recap_

_Kyra POV_

_Our laughter rang through the half empty restaurant, our talk was loud and our smiles were huge._

_I could like Germany._

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**Restaurant.  
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I think the girls really enjoyed being here. My view was biast, then. I guess from growing up here, I hated it to no end. It was hell, to them, it was heaven. They love us. Wow, I sound like Tom. Our waitress soon came, popping a pink bubble-gum bubble and twirling her ringlets of brown hair around her finger. She pulled her gum in and smiled at the four of us. Being the boys that is.

"My name is Kee, and I'll be your server today. What could I get ya for a drink?" she asked, turning to me. She leaned her pad down on the table, leaning over to write. Tom guffawed and stuck his finger in his mouth, pretending to retch to the other guys. Kyra saw how uncomfortable I was and wrapped her arm around my waist possessively. Laying her chin on my shoulder, she watched me with her green eyes.

"I'll have a coke," I muttered, looking away. Kyra flipped open one of the menus and then looked back up at the Kee. She was avidly annoyed now. Her finger stopped twirling as she crossed her arms.

"Same." Kyra said flippantly. They had a stare down. Kyra narrowed her eyes and flashed her eyes to me. 'Mine' she mouthed angrily. Kee hissed and turned to Julia. Who's answer was the same as Kyra.

Tom: Same.

When she turned to Georg, she put on her "I'm perfect" stare. Georg looked down at his menu quickly, wide eyed before Gustav put his arm around him and waved his pale finger. Georg's eyes grew again as he looked at Gustav. This was priceless. Julia pulled out her camera and took a picture of them together, then secretly taking a picture of heavily makeup-ed Kee, then Kyra and I.

"He's mine hunny," he said with a high voice. We all held back out laughter as they ordered their drinks. They both got small waters before she picked up her pad snappily and stuffed it into the pocket of her apron.

Kee walked away angrily, sashaying her hips back and forth. Tom retched again, making us all laugh. Kyra retracted her arm and sat back, closing her eyes. We all had the same thoughts. This would be one interesting lunch.

"So, Gustav, Georg, when did you go gay?" Julia asked, leaning forward on the table. Gustav playfully thought, while Georg stuttered. "Whatever. I'm surprised: She didn't hit on Tom. The one we most expect her too." Kyra grinned and stuck her tongue out at him before Kee came back. Setting down her things, she pulled her bad out again with her pen and tapped it impatiently.

"So what are we getting?" she asked, starting at Gustav this time. We all ordered our different things before she walked away, leaving us in laughs again.

When she finally came back with our food, we ate through it quickly. After we ate and the check was placed, four wallets were pulled out, then debating. Tom was yelling at Georg, Georg was yelling at Gustav, Gustav was yelling at me and I was yelling at Tom. It was quite interesting.

"HOLY CRAP! I'll freakin' pay," Julia shook her head, putting the money down and getting up. None of us dare argue with her as we walked out to the car. The same seats as before, though Kyra was hell bent on sitting in the bed.

Julia finally calmed her down enough so she got there was no room, allowing us to leave. As Georg pulled out of the small parking lot, Gustav turned up the radio. Preset onto it was a punk station, much to Tom's distaste. This caused another debate...And more yelling.

"Change it, this is crap," Tom said, leaning forward to flick the radio to a rap station. The rest of the car booed. "What, this is what you're supposed to listen to! Its good, and makes sense." Gustav turned to stare at him, as did the girls. Their faces were utterly priceless as they attempted to explain, or yell. He raised his eyebrow, waving his hand in a distinct 'go on' motion.

"Makes sense? Its about FREAKIN' SEX! All of it! You know its true!" Kyra yelled, shaking her head and looking at me for backup. "I mean, seriously Tom, you make punk music, and you favor rap?"

"He was outnumbered," Georg snickered at my comment. As did Julia. Gustav nodded, turning back to the front. Julia shook her head, smacking Tom on the back of the head for being stupid. We continued on random chat as we rode home, each of us striking conversation with another. Tom was talking to Georg, Julia to Gustav, then Kyra and I.

Laughs rang through the car easily. It was amazing. In the three hours two stanger girls had been in our home, here for a contest, we had become good friends. To a point it was like they were part of the band, like they always had been. They were enjoying it here, and I think for once, the rest of us were too.

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**Thanks guys for all your support. This is really short, and really crappy, and I really apologize for that. Just trying to get something up for you guys as I try to update each of my stories today. It may be hard, as I have a lot of other stuff on my mind. **

**But anyway, thank you. Lots. And hope you enjoy, despite that I don't. **

**-Kyra-  
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	6. AN Please read

Okay, fans of my stories, which I know are not many. I have a huge favor to ask of you all. If you wanna be like the best person ever, and have a youtube account(if you don't, get one) subscribe, comment and rate and my best friend's vlog on youtube.

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[Sorry its so brief, I'm not supposed to be on the 'puter]


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